[Venom]

So, as some know, I am majoring in English. Therefore, I like writing a lot, and I have a couple pieces I would like to share.
Sometimes they seem a little... Odd, or what not, but they weren't assignments, they were often written when I could sleep.
I have another one where I wrote it in the hospital [I just got out a couple days ago], but my teacher said they were pretty good.
So, judge for yourself, and give me some input. Thanks. :]
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She sits on a bed with nothing but a pen and notebook. Her mind racing, her hands shaking, she is lost in the world. Her eyes are like blank sheets, no life is protruding from them anymore. They tear up like floods, and begin to trickle down her cheek as she wonders what is wrong with her. She feels a strong hand on her shoulder as she hears the whispers, "My Child, this isn't the end, I have so much more in store for you" she questions in her mind, but there is no more answers.
The questions of society begin in her mind; big boobed, blonde headed, blue eyed, skinny twigged, tanned women are what makes this world beautiful. In her mind, she truly believes if she were that, then she wouldn't have this much trouble. but the voice in her ear tells her no. She's made in His image. There is no wrong in her body, for it is perfect in His eyes.
That's all that matters.
She once said that she would conquer the world. whether it be through her compassion for any person she sees, from her love and loyalty for God, or from the state of peace that she will always have. Her joy comes from life itself and all the natural beauties that come along the way. If only people saw the world the way she did. It was like looking through a stained glass window. its so simple, yet so complex.
As she grips the pen, and strokes it across the paper, its then she knows that she can go on.
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my heart aches, my soul is slowly breaking down. right now being whole is not an option. now i bite my nails to the very bottom,I try to control myself, but it isn't working. memories stay in my mind, oh how i wish there was a rewind button in life. i try so hard not to get attached, for its what i fear the most. i'm tired of being someone's play toy.
now as my tears drop like rain, they collect. then they evaporate, just like any hope i have for the future.
because of what you did, my heart now lays shattered like cement, and it cannot simply be put back together.

now there's a girl walking down the street,
fingers intertwined with her first love
the way her hand fits so perfectly in his
his hand not only fits perfect with her one hand
but her heart lays perfectly in his other
be careful with what you have
don't hurt me.



if this girl knew...

she stood in the rain, with nothing but a poncho in hand, and her heart in a bag. she walked out on what she knew was wrong, and began a new life. without the pain, without the sadness, and without the distrust. she left her old friends, and found new friends that she knew would make her happy. although she saw the sins that were commited by these friends, she still saw the new love she had for a new life. the old friends she had were special, but the choices they made towards her had a great effect on her. her heart slowly diminished into a fine powder, now in the baggie that she claims her own. she doesn't want to lose what is left of it, but she hopes the tears that God cries will regain it to a whole.
she begins to tear up, at the thought of what she could be losing. her friends that she used to think were so dear, her old ways that were done in sin. she did nothing that would ruin her virginity, no, nothing like that... it was more of her spirit that was slowly being crushed. she knew it, but she didn't want to accept it.
she was scared that she would lose everything. in the end, she lost what she thought she had gained... when in reality, it was nothing. it was all a joke, a lie. it was all sinful. the boy that she thought she had fallen for, he disappeared, the girl she thought was her best friend, went with him. they went away, kind of like how God casts her sins away in the deepest ocean. they went with it. just another mistake, not a regret, but a mistake.
she restrained herself from remembering anything else. her memories were far too hard to forget, but she knew they can't stay there forever. so she dropped to her knee's. dropped the bag on the ground. her ashed heart spread out, and soon became whole. her face lit up, and she raised up... The Father had lifted her up into His arms. He repaired her, and used her for a purpose. she had to hit rock bottom in order to see... she can't just give up, she can't live without Him. she needed Him. He is the One who makes her whole again.
she cries, and ends up back on her knees. once again, waiting for the love and support that she is wanting.
she gets to the deepest oceans, and sea's, and this time, she is on the shore. she watches where the sin goes, and how the water is blackened, and how His tears bring it back to normal.

she is lost, and she needs help. she is trying.

[Sorry for the lowercase everything. The computer that was at the hospital didn't have a working shift/caps button.]
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Last one...

I wrote this one after I got out of a bad relationship.

Don't touch me,
It hurts, stop, please
You're stealing my purity,
Driving me to insanity
I'm not your play thing
Nor am I here to serve you
I am my own person
It's my that I stay alive for
All hope is lost
With my last breath
I lay here while you get what you wanted...
My eyes on you, while you kill me.


Yes, this one is a bit morbid, but there was a lot of abuse in that relationship, therefore I used this form of writing to express what I felt.

Thanks. C+C?

[angelfire]

Wow, that IS pretty morbid stuff, but it's deep and it really means something. The last one is the best, to me. Nice job, your a talented writer.